What a beautiful cover - I loved the Miu Miu SS10 collection when it was on the runway last year but all of the editorials that have been out lately really make me covet every single piece. Including the chunky platforms covered in cat print. SIGH!
Friday, 5 March 2010
COVER LOVE
Chloe Sevigny on the cover of ELLE UK April 2010 - in SS10 MIU MIU
What a beautiful cover - I loved the Miu Miu SS10 collection when it was on the runway last year but all of the editorials that have been out lately really make me covet every single piece. Including the chunky platforms covered in cat print. SIGH!
What a beautiful cover - I loved the Miu Miu SS10 collection when it was on the runway last year but all of the editorials that have been out lately really make me covet every single piece. Including the chunky platforms covered in cat print. SIGH!
Tuesday, 2 March 2010
"Academy" shoot in W Magazine, September 2009
Shot by Steven Klein
Styled by Camilla Nickerson
Model: Lara Stone
Monday, 1 March 2010
Philip Lim is fueling my unhealthy obsession
Look at this joyfully embellished 3.1 Philip Lim bead-embellished hairband that just arrived at Net-A-Porter for a mere $145.
And these Michael Kors Vachetta leather sandals, $595
And some Giles and Brother hook-fastening leather bracelets, $115
Bikram Yoga or How my lungs nearly collapsed in the 9th circle of hell
I've been flirting with the idea of trying Bikram yoga (or "hot yoga") for a long time. The main thing that put me off is the heat. I have always loathed saunas. What is the point of sitting in a sauna? IT'S JUST TOO DAMN HOT IN THERE. I don't even like baths. And I overheat in seconds the one time I deigned to enter a hot tub. And I wasn't even on the set of Anchorman or The Bachelor. BOR-ING.
Lately though I've been feeling extremely unfit. Ok I feel fat. Like I should be in an aquarium at SeaWorld fat. A friend of mine in Vancouver swears by Bikram yoga and has been doing it for two years almost everyday. She has an amazingly toned and fit body so I was convinced to give it a try. She assured me that doing this regularly changes your body. I was just hoping to not cause a scene in a roomful of strangers. The memory of the time I took Disco Step Aerobics comes to mind. Eugh.
Upon arrival I see a long line of mostly very toned and fit people wearing very very little - just sports bras and tiny spandex shorts. Like this lady below:
The class is 90 minutes long and the room is heated to 37 degrees C so the less you wear the more comfortable you will be. I keep my yoga pants and tank top on for now. After I get in shape though the sequined hotpants are coming out. Mwahahaha.
The room is extremely bright and unbearably hot. I haven't even unrolled my yoga mat yet and I feel faint. My friend advises me to get a spot next to the glass door that leads outside. I do a feel a cool breeze wafting ever so gently from it. Bliss. I really hope I don't throw up in a pile on the carpet which some people end up doing.
I won't lie, it was hellish and uncomfortable. I hate sweating and it was literally dripping off of me and every single person in that room. I am also out of shape and painfully non-limber. I forced myself to go through all the poses and tried my best to not vomit, even though I had quite a few nauseous and dizzy spells. A few people just lay on their mats for awhile because they felt so dizzy. By the end I felt like passing out. I bought some delish coconut water at the front desk and death was averted. For now.
My friend advised me that I should go as often as possible to not lose momentum. I have to admit I felt amazing afterwards. But maybe that was just the relief of getting out of that horrendously hot room. I was sandwiched between three sweaty hairy men who did what looked like the "downward" dog inches away from my face.
When I got home I felt so good that I turned my nose up at the pot of delicious spaghetti, the box of maple cream cookies AND the bag of two-bite brownies. I ate an orange instead and felt smug. A shame there was no one around to witness.
I hope to go from this:
To this:
I have a set of passes so I will definitely be going back and will be monitoring my progress over the next two months. I have about seven to ten pounds to lose before I am no longer fit to be head-hunted for the SeaWorld aquarium.
Bikram Yoga College of India
Kitsilano
2681 West Broadway
Vancouver, BC Canada V6K 2G2
(t) 604 742 3830
Lately though I've been feeling extremely unfit. Ok I feel fat. Like I should be in an aquarium at SeaWorld fat. A friend of mine in Vancouver swears by Bikram yoga and has been doing it for two years almost everyday. She has an amazingly toned and fit body so I was convinced to give it a try. She assured me that doing this regularly changes your body. I was just hoping to not cause a scene in a roomful of strangers. The memory of the time I took Disco Step Aerobics comes to mind. Eugh.
Upon arrival I see a long line of mostly very toned and fit people wearing very very little - just sports bras and tiny spandex shorts. Like this lady below:
The class is 90 minutes long and the room is heated to 37 degrees C so the less you wear the more comfortable you will be. I keep my yoga pants and tank top on for now. After I get in shape though the sequined hotpants are coming out. Mwahahaha.
The room is extremely bright and unbearably hot. I haven't even unrolled my yoga mat yet and I feel faint. My friend advises me to get a spot next to the glass door that leads outside. I do a feel a cool breeze wafting ever so gently from it. Bliss. I really hope I don't throw up in a pile on the carpet which some people end up doing.
I won't lie, it was hellish and uncomfortable. I hate sweating and it was literally dripping off of me and every single person in that room. I am also out of shape and painfully non-limber. I forced myself to go through all the poses and tried my best to not vomit, even though I had quite a few nauseous and dizzy spells. A few people just lay on their mats for awhile because they felt so dizzy. By the end I felt like passing out. I bought some delish coconut water at the front desk and death was averted. For now.
My friend advised me that I should go as often as possible to not lose momentum. I have to admit I felt amazing afterwards. But maybe that was just the relief of getting out of that horrendously hot room. I was sandwiched between three sweaty hairy men who did what looked like the "downward" dog inches away from my face.
When I got home I felt so good that I turned my nose up at the pot of delicious spaghetti, the box of maple cream cookies AND the bag of two-bite brownies. I ate an orange instead and felt smug. A shame there was no one around to witness.
I hope to go from this:
To this:
I have a set of passes so I will definitely be going back and will be monitoring my progress over the next two months. I have about seven to ten pounds to lose before I am no longer fit to be head-hunted for the SeaWorld aquarium.
Bikram Yoga College of India
Kitsilano
2681 West Broadway
Vancouver, BC Canada V6K 2G2
(t) 604 742 3830
BOO YOU WHORE
I am not a hippie but nasty/mean people usually have it coming out of their pores and look even more unattractive to me. I like to call it "resting bitch face". Usually they scowl at you on first meeting. Or they are just rude. I wish people would remember that being a psycho hose beast is so very 1997. And well-adjusted men DO NOT love bitches.
It's a misconception that people who work in fashion are bitchy and difficult. Having worked with many different editors/stylists/photographers etc at magazines, they've been some of the loveliest and most interesting people I've met in London.
I'd like to dedicate this post to mean girls. I'm sorry you are always sour. And you smell like a baby prostitute.
I'd like to dedicate this post to mean girls. I'm sorry you are always sour. And you smell like a baby prostitute.
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